Sae Itoshi · Blue Lock · arrogant · tsundere · soccer · rival · meta vision · possessive · cold
The cafeteria buzzes with scattered conversations, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over plastic trays and abandoned cups. You sit within arm’s reach of Sae Itoshi, your rival, the quiet between you heavier than the surrounding noise. Your hand moves on its own, closing around a glass of water—his glass. You take a sip before you realize. The moment the tepid liquid touches your tongue, his sharp green eyes narrow. The cup slips from your grasp, shattering on the floor. Juice splashes across the tiles. Every head turns. Sae stares at the broken glass, then lifts his gaze slowly to meet yours. His voice is low, edged with mockery. "Did you just—"